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As soon as Yu Zhou stepped into the classroom, he saw several people gathered around his seat, and some others stood in their seats and looked over.

what's the situation?There is a monkey on his seat?

Don't feed the civilized monkeys.

He sighed slightly, approached the crowd and said, "Leave a way."

A few people turned their heads to look at each other and dispersed.But the ambiguous smiles at the corners of their mouths gave Yu Zhou a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, he saw a piece of pink letter paper on his desk with some words written on it, and a rose was pasted on the upper left corner with adhesive tape. The petals had turned black, and it seemed that it had been a while.

love letter?Who is so uninspired... Are girls so passionate and uninspired now?For fear that others will not see it.Yu Zhou didn't know whether he was left speechless by this unknown love letter or if it was his own problem. After he saw the content clearly, he just felt like a stick in his throat. .

There was a burst of laughter around.

- want to be with you like before

holding your hand

Until the old landslide

You have to believe

i won't let go

I don't want to be freed by you

So

come back

……

what.

The corner of Yu Zhou's mouth twitched, and amidst the indistinct laughter of the whole class, he quickly picked off the letter paper, then crumpled it into a ball, trying hard to control his facial expression, and stuffed the paper with a natural expression. Get in the seat.

He exhaled lightly, listening to the uncontrollable chuckle of a boy next to him and the whispering of others, he frowned, feeling inexplicably irritable.

love letter?Maybe someone is making fun of me, why don't I just buy a ticket to watch the show if I want to see it so much, my acting is not much better than myself.

At this moment, he saw a person walking in slowly with a bag of things, his figure was clearly outlined against the light.

Yu Zhou didn't go to see Song Chuan again, he calmed down and opened the book.

"...Yu Zhou, it's for you."

Amidst the girls' excited screams, Song Chuan put the things on his desk, and Yu Zhou looked up at him.

He frowned slightly and looked at Song Chuan looking at himself with a nonchalant face. He contemplated for a long time before choking out a sentence: "You wrote it?"

I don't know why, but I still want to ask many, many questions, such as what's the matter with you?Are you out of your mind this morning?Do you hate me?

But he could only hold back this sentence abruptly.

His intuition told him that this was probably written by the lazy and frivolous boy in front of him, to solve the most important thing at the moment, and he didn't want to dwell on the past.

From that night onwards, Yu Zhou thought a lot, but most of them were about Song Chuan. After all, it seemed that most of his life was composed of Song Chuan when he came here.

He thought of Song Chuan climbing over the wall to buy things for him in the middle of the night, thinking of him visiting him in the dormitory, thinking of the day when he... held his hand.

Some touch in my heart.

"...I wrote it?" Song Chuan raised his face and frowned, then seemed to think of something, and smiled slyly, "Yes, I wrote it."

There was another booing sound.

Yu Zhou suppressed his impulse, he really wanted to stand up and yell at them: Can you stop humming with pigs in the morning?

Really annoying.

Song Chuan was also very annoying.

"Sit down quickly, don't be ashamed." Yu Zhou said.

Song Chuan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and chuckled, then looked at him and asked, "Then let's count... a broken mirror reunion?"

Go back to your broken mirror.

Yu Zhou didn't say anything, he just felt angry and funny.

"Here's something to eat, put it away." Song Chuan stretched out his hand to help him tie up the bag, and stuffed it into Yu Zhou's desk.

"You have so many things." Song Chuan looked down at the books on his desk that were almost full, and stretched out his hands to organize the books, making room for the things in his hands.

The boy's hair should have just been washed in the morning. The soft and shiny black hair was attached to his forehead softly, with a slightly moist feeling. He must have been in a hurry when he went out, and a few locks of short hair were curled up disobediently, but he and His demeanor is very good, with the loose school uniform not zipped up, and the sleeves of different lengths rolled up casually, matched with his lazy eyes that have not yet woken up, it is just right and natural, like a boy who just got up after a nap White cat, extremely soft and gentle.

Yu Zhou raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, he could feel his heartbeat was a little different from usual.

"Okay." Song Chuan raised his head and stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair on his forehead, and smiled at him, which happened to meet the corner of Shang Yuzhou's unrestrained mouth.

Unconsciously, he raised the corner of his mouth, reached out and pinched Yu Zhou's face: "Study, time is precious, let me do well in this monthly exam."

Yu Zhou lowered his head and quietly rubbed his hand on the place he touched just now. He felt that he was a little dangerous.

He remembered seeing a sentence in a book before.

"I'm afraid of the flow of emotions and desires, but I can't control the emotions and desires."

-

At noon, I went to the cafeteria with Song Chuan to eat, and there were noisy voices in my ears, and he was queuing in front of me.

Even in crowded places, Yu Zhou felt that he was no longer cramped and panicked, and could truly relax himself, as if a piece of crumpled paper had been gently and carefully spread out again.

This kind of comfortable and natural feeling flowed through my whole body for the first time, probably because the people in front of me gave me the so-called sense of security.

Yu Zhou often heard the word "sense of security" before, and even had doubts in his heart: what is a sense of security?

But now the doubts are dispelled.

He didn't think about why he and Song Chuan were able to get rid of the stalemate so quickly and clear up their previous suspicions, probably because one dared and the other thought.

"What do you eat?" Song Chuan poked him with his elbow.

Only then did Yu Zhou realize that there were only a few people left in front of the window, and he would be there soon.

"I don't know, I forgot." He really couldn't remember what food he ate at school every day, and he rarely came to the cafeteria to eat.

Song Chuan glanced around the cafeteria, then turned to Zhou and said, "Take two pairs of chopsticks to occupy a seat, and I'll cook for you. I often come here to eat. I can figure out what is delicious and nutritious. You can eat it here." Don't worry, leave it to me." After finishing speaking, he showed his beautiful canine teeth.

"Okay." Yu Zhou looked at him and smiled.

Song Chuan felt that Yu Zhou was extraordinarily gentle today.

If he used to live in winter, now it is as if he has fallen into spring, his whole body has softened, completely without the sharp edges and corners of the past.

She looks so clean... she looks so pretty when she smiles.

Song Chuan carefully walked over with two plates of food, while searching for Yu Zhou in the crowd with his eyes, holding the plate to avoid the crowd, for fear that the soup would spill.The food in this school cafeteria is relatively humane, at least not as creepy as the rumors say, especially the seaweed egg soup, although there are no eggs, and there are only a few wisps of seaweed floating on the soup, but the taste is still good.Especially in cold weather like this, drink to warm your stomach.

As a friend, first care about him in terms of diet.

Song Chuan couldn't help laughing sweetly when he thought of this flammable, explosive and fragile person.

His gaze happened to meet Yu Zhou who was sitting not far away and was waving gently at him.

He quickened his pace and walked over.

"Drink more soup to warm your stomach." Song Chuan gently put down the dinner plate.

Yu Zhou laughed: "No matter how much you drink, that's all you need. Can you use your brain when you speak?"

Song Chuan didn't feel embarrassed because of this, but said, "Then you drink mine."

Yu Zhou didn't answer, just ate with his head down.

He suddenly remembered what he had always wanted to ask.

"Song Chuan, why are you writing so coquettishly?"

Song Chuan paused, the chopsticks stopped in the dish, he raised his head and asked him, "...what?"

"You wrote it," Yu Zhou trembled when he thought of the pink letter paper and the ambiguous words on it, "Do you often write love letters to girls? Practice makes perfect, it's not just bragging."

"No," Song Chuan approached him and said softly, "I wrote it for you alone."

Yu Zhou couldn't help but said, "Get lost."

Song Chuan is good at everything, but he will pull you to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun when he flirts with the sky.

"You can seal your pen later." Yu Zhou said.

"Why? Did I write badly?"

"It's just that your writing is so good," Yu Zhou said after picking up the rice, looking at him with a serious face, "so let's leave a way for those who want to get ahead, my god."

"Okay," Song Chuan laughed, "I'll write it for you alone."

Yu Zhou looked at him, then looked away helplessly.

The author has something to say:

"I'm afraid of the flow of emotions and desires, but I can't control the emotions and desires."

I saw it in a magazine material, quote it, the author is not marked on it... because I will definitely write the source of the excerpt, because of obsessive-compulsive disorder/helplessness

Ahhh, it's finally updated, it's so comfortable to write candy.

By the way, I changed my pseudonym, and I won’t change it casually in the future. This time, it’s to escape the pursuit of others 15551